INTO THE WILD might be the most influential film I’ve seen since DEAD POETS SOCIETY. I know, the book was better, blah, blah. The film is great and yes, I too hate Sean Penn. Without a doubt the greatest location in the film was Slab City (near Niland, CA). Assuming that Hollywood magic was responsible for the incredible vibe in the film I set out to visit this place. Middle of no where. In fact, I was driving 102mph on this two lane road through desert and I got pulled over. Figuring I was heading to jail I rolled down the window ‘fake crying’ only to find out that I had been pulled over by the border patrol search ‘zone two’ for immigrants. He checked my trunk for a little old mexican lady and let me go. It was like the twilight zone. I made to Slab City and I was astonished to find EVERY detail the same as in the movie. For once…not let down by Hollywood, by hippies or by the desire to be inspired.
July 1, 2008
Categories: Living a Dream, Red Hot Web Shit, Television & Film . Tags: Into the wild, sean penn, slab city, niland, california, border partrol, mexicans, immigration, Living a Dream, christopher mccandliss, catherine keener, hal holbrook . Author: bonoliano
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